Jokes Apart

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(Seriously; now let’s get serious)

The uproar of laughter
fills my hunger,
As I dine upon the comic table,
Of the fable that hunts my game,
In return for a giggle on my plate.

After dinner, the party goes on,
with wines of various tales,
Some of the fanciest in my bar,
Of which I often get drunk.

Before night falls,
I'm out into the woods,
where I set my trap,
Some of the best in style,
Couple wits here and there,
Enough to attract a wandering deer.

Day and night, I feast and hunt,
So I don't lose weight,
It is pernicious to my shape,
So my doctor says,
I have been diagnosed with
The Joker syndrome.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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